Reminiscent…. is the Scent of You
Reminiscent, it ain’t me and it ain’t you
Reminiscent is it me missing you
Reminiscent of a sky holding hope for you
Reminiscent of a space my heart held on for you
Reminiscent walking holding your hand
Reminiscent
Locked up tied down, she drowns in a swamp filled with memories
A lingering scent of all but bare bodies, as she kneels before him once again
The darkness it fades into one hundred thousand shades of grey
His hatefueled words cut maliciously
Tortured by the affliction, mesmorized, and stuck in everything in and of you
Time it drifts away, like the warmth of the sun
Little miss sweetness of butterfly kisses,
Scars left as a reminder she now wears on her face
Locked up, tied down drowning in these pictured pieces of you
Die for you, she would of died in the arms of you
Searches for a flame a kin to you, I was lost in my own skin
Thinking too, thinking of me, thinking of you
Night time she breathes in new life breaks freefalling within her mind’s eye..
Tricked or treat, be still she heard him say
A racing heart now wakes her from a once peaceful slumber owed unto you
A sickening smirk haunts her still, with blood dripping oozing from her face
Locked up tied down, your lefthand gripping at her throat eyes locked wasted on you
Tripped up on you, entranced by you, no one else to save this forsaken women-child from beneath you
Desperate and dying, swept up by his killer looks controlled by his deathly stare
Locked up tied down, stabbed left stung by a killer bee, blood dripping from her cheek…
His sculptured puffed out chest laughs in mockery as he hangs black plastic sheets
The mind it fixes on and off again…. drowns out the sounds of where his voice once took up space
A young girl in a women’s body, enslaved by you, her once secret wish to be owned by you
Locked up tied down, no longer a slave to you, no longer the girl kneeling before you
All Words Written by Evelyn Wayde © 2020